As I type this, DH is out running. I’m so pleased that I encouraged him to go, and that he’s going. But, you know… I’d really like to go myself. It’s sort of pathetic, but we can’t do treadmill running yet because the way the treadmill is set up (in the “dining room”), we’d likely hit our heads on the light fixture if we actually tried to run. Not a good thing. And there’s no way I’d be running in the dark — like he is — anyway. I’m too much of a chicken.
Still, my walk this weekend with Mia, and our planned run this weekend, has got me really psyched about the prospect of really getting into shape. After our walk — with the boy strapped on my front — I definitely felt stronger. I’ve been enjoying walking around — vast reaches like from the car across the parking lot to the office building — and feeling my leg muscles in action.
Eating-wise, things haven’t been great, though. I “cheat” on CORE practically every day, and in many different ways. I don’t really have an excuse except that it hasn’t been my top priority. But I guess I have to make it more of a priority if I really want to succeed at losing weight.